This is my first finished BNHA Fanfic!
Enjoy a bit of KiriBaku fluff and minor smut.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot. All characters belong to Kohei Horikoshi.
It was a Friday evening at the 1-A dorms. The autumn weather had been cooling with the approach of winter and despite the decent heating system in the dorms, Bakugou still felt a chill in his body. He really fucking hated the cold. He hated how the wind bit against his face, how the air dried his throat, and how his sweat glands closed up and weakened his quirk. He was glad that he made the modifications he did to his winter hero costume, keeping his body more than toasty in the bitter cold.
He kind of wished that he had his hero costume on now. Although…wearing the Crimson Riot hoodie that Kirishima had offered him was arguably better. He scolded himself for indulging in the warmth and scent of the damn thing. As warm as it was, the comfort of it distracted him from tutoring Kirishima.
The two of them sat comfortably in the common room, sharing a sofa and going over their homework. Kirishima was asking less questions than usual, which Bakugou silently preened at. He was proud of the progress the redhead had made when it came it his own study habits. He rarely ever needed to tutor him anymore, though if Kirishima wasn't going to complain about his presence, he sure as hell wasn't going to go anywhere. He valued his study time with Kirishima more than he would ever admit out loud.
With Kirishima suitably distracted solving one of the equations from his textbook, Bakugou quietly took a deep inhale and slouched a little further on the couch. He hid his relaxed expression behind the English textbook he was reading for his own homework. The musky smell of earth and cedarwood, Kirishima's scent, filled his nose. He held in a contented sigh and subtly glanced at the redhead to make sure he hadn't noticed.
He figured Kirishima wouldn't be paying any attention to him, but he still held his guard up. The only reason why he wouldn't let himself get completely lost in the warmth of Kirishima's hoodie, was because they weren't alone. Fucking Deku was scribbling notes in his fucking notebook in the armchair nearby. Despite Bakugou's snide remarks and protests to his presence, the damn nerd remained. Deku's newfound apathy to his threats would have annoyed Bakugou a lot more had the two not grown closer over the last few months.
He wouldn't consider them friends.
Hell no.
They shared the secret of One for All.
That's it.
Bakugou might finally admit to himself that he held a somewhat measurable amount of respect for the nerd, but he still annoyed the fucking shit out of him. That didn't change.
Probably never would.
A rush of cold air met them as the front door opened. The suddenness of the draft caught Bakugou off guard and he shivered. Kirishima noticed this and wrapped his arm around him and rubbed his arm to warm him up. Bakugou stiffened at the touch.
"Is the hoodie not enough? I run pretty warm so I hoped that would be good." He said, a disappointed lilt to his voice. Bakugou glanced away from the redhead briefly. Of course Kirishima was paying more attention to him than he let on.
Thoughtful fucking asshole.
"It's fucking fine. The idiot brigade is back from the store is all." He scoffed, leaning into his side slightly. He nodded his head toward the draft that Kirishima only seemed to notice just now.
Uraraka, Ashido, Sero and Todoroki stumbled through the door with bags of groceries in hand. Closing the door behind them quickly and kicking off their shoes.
"Hey Kirishima, can you help out for a sec?" Uraraka called out from the front door.
"Coming!" the redhead called back. He gave Bakugou's arm one last squeeze and lingering touch before running over to the door. Bakugou absently touched the spot where Kirishima's hand had previously been. He sighed, lamenting the loss of contact as he moved to close up the redhead's workbook. He cast a glance to the side to see Deku staring before looking at his notebook again, a small smirk on his lips. He grit his teeth.
"The fuck you want you damn nerd?" he growled. Midoriya simply shrugged as he wrote something down.
"Nothing. I didn't say anything Kacchan." He replied simply. Bakugou scoffed. Stretching his legs out on the couch next to him and opening up his English textbook again.
"Fucking creep." He bit. Bakugou had thought that he'd kept his feelings for Kirishima tightly locked away and hidden from the rest of the world, however, fucking Deku seemed to pick up on something ever since Kamino.
Bakugou wasn't stupid.
He knew that ever since Kamino, something in him had changed. Something stronger than respect and more passionate than friendship had formed towards Kirishima. It was only over the last few months that Bakugou had realized these feelings were fucking romantic.
Ugh.
He knew his actions showed clear favoritism toward Kirishima. That was no secret. Though apparently, Deku had a fucking clue even during the rescue, based on what Kirishima told him. Knowing the nerd, he always paid close attention to everyone around him, taking notes in his damn notebook.
It was fucking creepy. After a while of noticing the looks Deku gave him when he was around Kirishima, there was an unspoken understanding between them that he knew how Bakugou felt about the redhead.
There was also an unspoken understanding that he would keep his fucking mouth shut about it. Bakugou was doing him a favor by keeping his and All Might's secret anyway.
Deku fucking owed him big time.
"What can I grab?" Kirishima grinned, running over to the entrance to help the others with the grocery bags. Uraraka handed him one with something heavy and red pressed against the plastic.
"I managed to get all the meat you asked for but its leaking a little bit. Can you run it to the kitchen to clean it?" she asked.
"Ah, Sorry! I'll put it in the sink right away. Anything else I can take?" he asked, feeling bad that he wasn't there to help carry the groceries from the store. Ashido hummed thoughtfully.
"Well, if you insist…" she grinned, shoving all her bags into Kirishima's arms. "Thanks!" she grinned. Kirishima nodded, smiling in return as he headed to the kitchen. Sero chuckled.
"Taking advantage of him like that isn't very hero-like." He criticized.
"He offered! Plus, my arms were getting tired." She pouted, moving to hang up her coat by the entrance.
"Consider it a convenient muscle training exercise then!" Uraraka said, sounding more fired up for a shopping trip than she should be. Bakugou rolled his eyes.
This had become a regular occurrence for the UA dorms. Previously, all dorms would receive the same ingredients and food prepared by Lunch Rush. It quickly became apparent that not only did this take a toll on the chef hero to prepare so much food for so many students constantly, but those with quirks that relied on what they ate, like Satou and Yaoyorozu, would be at a disadvantage if all their meals and portions were decided for them.
It was decided that an allowance would be placed on a card instead. The person responsible for the card rotated every other week, so everyone had to bear the responsibility of shopping a few times. This also meant that if anyone lost the card or used it for inappropriate purchases, the teachers would know exactly who to hunt down. Since the purchases were made for the whole dorm, it was customary that at least 3 or 4 students went with the cardholder to make the trip back with the groceries.
This week it was Uraraka's turn.
Bakugou barely listened to the exchange they had at the door, focusing on his own homework for once instead of Kirishima's. Round Face said something about taking the rest of the groceries from Icyhot and Soy Sauce Face to put away herself. He did his best to tune out the two as they transferred their load to her arms, hung up their coats, and walked over to the couches, talking about a manga or some shit.
"Ah! Uraraka! Do you need help?" he heard Deku ask, already getting up.
"N-no! I'm fine!" she said, her face turned away from the four on the couches. Despite her protest, Midoriya made no move to sit down.
"Fucking leave her alone! She's fine." Bakugou snapped from his spot on the sofa. He didn't even look up when he addressed the smaller hero. If Round Face asked to carry the rest of the groceries, then she could handle it. She wasn't a fucking weakling.
Uraraka grunted her thanks to Bakugou and made it to the kitchen where Kirishima was rinsing the poorly wrapped packages of meat. She set the bags down on the counter with a huff, grinning victoriously.
Kirishima frowned.
"Why didn't you give me some of those when I was at the door? Or use your quirk? I thought Sero and Todoroki were gonna help at least." He asked, eyeing the two on the couch. Uraraka finally shed her winter jacket and hung it on a bar stool before emptying the contents of the bags.
"All part of strength training. I appreciate our workouts together but carrying heavy bags helps with endurance too!" she said.
Wait.
Their fucking what?
Bakugou's eyes widened. For the first time since Kirishima left his side, he looked up to the kitchen to see his best friend and Round Face chatting each other up as they put away the groceries.
Kirishima grinned and nodded to her.
"If you want, you can come over again tonight. I'll cook some extra protein for afterwards." The redhead offered. Uraraka smiled and nodded.
"Sounds good to me!" she replied. Kirishima finished rinsing the meat and moved to dry his hands.
Bakugou stilled.
Hold up.
Since when had Kirishima and Round Face gotten so close? They workout together? She went to his dorm at night? He fucking cooks for her!?
Since when did this shit happen!?
"What the fuck?" he hissed through gritted teeth. This grabbed the attention of the others on the couches.
"Woah, what's up with that scary face Bakubro?" Sero chuckled. Bakugou turned to him, ignoring the nickname. He'd all but given up on arguing with the self-proclaimed Bakusquad idiots. He gestured to the kitchen where Uraraka continued to put away groceries and Kirishima prepped the meat to cook later.
"Since when was this a thing?" he asked. Midoriya, Sero and Todoroki all looked to the kitchen, bewildered.
"Well, every other week, four of us need to make a run for groceries…" Todoroki began to explain. Sero doubled over laughing at the sincerity of his response. Even Midoriya had to stifle a laugh. Bakugou clenched his fist.
"Not that you fucking moron! I mean since when have Shitty Hair and Round Face been best fucking friends!?" he exclaimed. Sero was able to subdue his chuckles to answer, a mischievous glint in his eye.
"What's the matter? Are you jealous?" he smirked. Bakugou was getting real fucking close to blowing up the next thing he put his hands on.
"I asked you a fucking question Soy Sauce." He growled, standing up, holding up his English textbook like he was about to throw it. Sero waved his hands in front of him.
"Hey now, I'm just messing with you. Chill out." He said. Bakugou scoffed and crossed his arms, eyebrow raised, expecting an answer. Sero sighed.
"I mean seriously, Kirishima hasn't told you?" he asked. Bakugou snarled.
"Okay, okay! I get it! I'm just surprised man. Remember when we told you about the Room Presentation contest when we moved in? You were asleep so we couldn't get you to join." He said.
"That shit sounded stupid anyway. Glad I missed it. What about it?" Bakugou asked. Sero rubbed the back of his head.
"Well, afterwards Uraraka apparently asked if she could borrow Kirishima's weights once in a while so she could work out at the dorms. Something about not having enough money to afford her own set. After hearing that… you know how generous he is dude, he told her she could come over anytime to use his stuff. They just ended up working out together a lot after that." Sero explained.
Bakugou dropped to the couch in shock.
"Fucking seriously?" he breathed. Sero nodded, sincerely confused.
"Yeah man. You really didn't notice? You two are like, always together. You live next to each other too! How the hell have you gone this long not knowing?" he exclaimed. Bakugou clenched his fist.
"I've been kind of busy Soy Sauce! I was on house arrest with Deku and I still have Provisional License Training with Icyhot if you didn't remember!" he nearly shouted.
"Actually, I knew of their arrangement too." Todoroki said.
"Not fucking helping!" the blonde hissed.
"A-actually, I knew too." Midoriya said.
"Nobody fucking asked you Deku!" Bakugou seethed.
The blonde growled and angrily packed up the remaining textbooks and papers in front of him. Sero and Midoriya gave each other a nervous glance. Without saying a word, Bakugou stormed out, teeth grating and palm smoking slightly.
Sero blinked.
"Should we be worried about that?" he turned to Todoroki who just shrugged.
"Why? I can barely keep up with what he's angry with all the time. I don't even understand what really happened this time." He admitted. Sero smiled softly at Todoroki's naivety. He turned to Midoriya.
"Well…it feels kind of like we just started a lover's spat." He chuckled. Midoriya just rubbed the back of his head, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.
He definitely had his suspicions on Bakugou and Kirishima's relationship and was pretty confident he knew what Bakugou's feelings were. The only uncertainty was Kirishima. The redhead clearly favored Bakugou's company over others in the class. Whether those feelings were romantic, he wasn't sure. He was a pretty affectionate person after all, and Midoriya didn't have the benefit of having history with Kirishima like he did with Bakugou, so it was difficult for him to know for sure. He hoped for the sake of his childhood friend, that his feelings were reciprocated.
As if summoned, said redhead walked up to the common room couches with Uraraka next to him. He quirked his eyebrow.
"Hey, what happened to Bakugou?" he asked, disappointment laced thinly in his question. Sero and Midoriya laughed nervously.
"Kacchan left to work on his homework upstairs." Midoriya supplied.
"Ah, I see." Kirishima nodded, then smiled. "Well then I'll probably stop by his room after our workout. It looks like he grabbed my textbooks for me already." He said.
"And your hoodie." Midoriya mumbled quietly, a small smile on his lips. Before Kirishima could ask what he said, Uraraka interrupted.
"Well we're off to get our workout in! I finally feel like I'm making progress and getting some definition! What do you think Deku?" she asked, posing and flexing her arm for Midoriya to see. She cast him a hopeful glance, jutting her hip to the side a bit to accentuate her curves. Midoriya hummed thoughtfully, staring only at her arm.
"With your body type, the results aren't really obvious but I'm glad you're feeling the strength more!" he said supportively. Uraraka stiffened. Her whole demeanor seemed to change as her brow furrowed and she mumbled a 'thank you'. She gripped Kirishima's arm and began dragging him out of the common room.
"Come on. We've got work to do." She said, a menacing aura suddenly surrounding her. Kirishima chuckled nervously as he waved his goodbye. Midoriya simply looked after them confused.
"Did I…say something?" he asked. Sero groaned.
"You're just as stupid as Bakugou." He said.
Todoroki was still turned around, watching the pair disappear toward the elevator.
"I still don't understand what just happened."
Uraraka grunted with every punch she threw at the hanging bag in Kirishima's room. Beads of sweat dotted her forehead as she lashed out again and again, not caring if her form was conducive to muscle building.
This right now…was stress relief.
"Aaaagh! Damn Deku! How can he be so stupid!?" she complained, throwing more punches at the bag.
"Take it easy! You're going to sprain a muscle if you keep at it like that." Kirishima scolded her, curling his dumbbell toward him with control. On any normal work out day for the two, Kirishima would be the one throwing punches at the sandbag while Uraraka sat and practiced her bicep curls. Tonight apparently, Uraraka needed to let off some steam.
"I just…I can't believe that…he hasn't noticed…after all this time!" she said through each punch. Kirishima sighed.
"Well it's not like you've been all that obvious. Midoriya's smart but he doesn't seem like the type to notice when someone's interested in him." He offered. Uraraka scoffed.
"I have been obvious!" Kirishima halted in his curl to give her a disbelieving stare. She blushed a bit as she thought about it.
"Well…maybe not incredibly obvious, but obvious enough!" she countered. Jabbing the sandbag a few more times, fixing her posture as she seemed to cool down. Kirishima chuckled.
"From what Bakugou says about Midoriya, I don't think he has much experience with girls. You might have to outright tell him how you feel." He offered. Uraraka barked a laugh.
"Ha! I don't give much merit to Bakugou's opinion of Deku. You're just biased." She smirked. Kirishima nearly dropped his weight as he was switching over to the other arm.
"I…I am not!" he retorted, cheeks darkening. Uraraka shot him the same disbelieving stare he had given her. Kirishima groaned.
"Okay so I am biased, but I still think Midoriya is inexperienced. He also gets pretty nervous when you get too close to him. He probably likes you the same way but hasn't realized it." Kirishima said, counting the last of his reps before moving onto his pushups. Uraraka pouted, her jabs getting weaker as she let a cloud of melancholy settle around her.
"He gets nervous when ANY girl is too close to him. I'm not that special." She said. Kirishima pushed himself into a plank position and held it as he looked at her.
"I don't think so. You told me that you're the reason he made Deku his hero name remember? I think that's pretty special." He grinned, dipping down and up again. Uraraka paused as she mulled over his words. She smiled and nodded.
"That's true." She said. As if finding new strength, she began punching the sandbag with added vigor, throwing in a kick or two she picked up from watching Midoriya's Shoot Style technique. She chanced a glance toward the redhead.
"What about you? Any progress with…" she nodded toward Kirishima's desk, and his shared wall with Bakugou. Kirishima blushed and groaned in response. Uraraka chuckled.
"I guess not." She said.
This was what became the norm for the two of them. The first time Kirishima invited her into his room to borrow his equipment, they had passed the time in silence, focusing solely on their workouts. It was comfortable. Kirishima was glad that at least one of the girls liked the way his room was decorated and understood his style. Uraraka had mentioned how much the posters in his room pumped her up and the bright colors invigorated her.
Kirishima grinned at the positive response. He grumbled that Bakugou thought his room was too loud and distracting. He said that now he understood why the redhead had trouble focusing when his room looked like such a mess. After about an hour of Kirishima talking about Bakugou nonstop, Uraraka had flat out asked him if he had feelings for the blonde. Kirishima's flustered reaction spoke volumes. To spare him the embarrassment of his crush being found out, she revealed that she had feelings for Midoriya. After that, it just became a habit to catch each other up on their love lives.
A powerful and manly workout, along with giddy boy-talk.
Kirishima loved it.
Once after a particularly loud conversation, Bakugou had slammed his fist against their shared wall. Kirishima silenced himself instantly and turned redder than Uraraka had ever seen him. When Bakugou shouted to "Hurry the fuck up Shitty Hair", he breathed a sigh of relief. Bakugou was just summoning him for their study session. Since that time, they both agreed to be quieter and more careful about their conversations on the off chance that Bakugou heard them through the wall.
Kirishima let his body drop to the floor briefly to hide his face from Uraraka. She looked at him sympathetically.
"You might have it worse than me in terms of oblivious love interests. You've been way more obvious than I have." She said, punching and kicking the sandbag in intervals. Kirishima looked up to her, disappointment clear on his face. He repositioned himself to continue his pushups, grunting as he started to get a little winded.
"I mean… I guess I could be more obvious. He was cold, so I gave him my hoodie today so that's something. I was even able to put my arm around him to warm him up. Ugh, he was so cute with that hoodie on! Did you see him?" he groaned, remembering how the sleeves hung a little long on the blonde. Uraraka chuckled.
"Yeah I saw him. As soon as I saw the hoodie, I couldn't stop myself from smiling. Didn't let him see my face though. Didn't want to give away anything." She said, grunting a bit as her adrenaline began to fade. Kirishima smiled.
"Thanks. I know I should just man up and tell him but…I don't think I'm ready. I don't…I don't even think he's ever thought about that kind of stuff. He might just say it's too bothersome." The redhead lamented. Finishing up his pushups to twist around and begin his sit-ups. Uraraka landed one last kick to the sandbag before wiping a bead of sweat from her brow. She huffed a laugh before walking over to over to kneel in front of Kirishima, holding his ankles as he did his sit-ups.
"Are you kidding me? He's the definition of a lovesick maiden." She reassured. Kirishima wrinkled his nose at the term.
"Maiden?" he questioned, bringing his torso to his knees with his hands behind his ears. Uraraka nodded as he went down.
"Definitely. You should see the way he looks at you when you're distracted." She smiled. Kirishima blushed as he brought himself up again.
"I don't know. I can't picture that. He's the most manly guy I've ever met!" he argued. Uraraka rolled her eyes.
"You can be a maiden and manly!" she said, lifting a hand to gesture a thumb to herself. Kirishima saw her gesture at his next fold up and smiled.
"I guess you're right." He said, curling his body down.
"You know how broke I am, but I'll bet you any money that he's curling up in your hoodie right now." She said, grinning.
"Ugh, stop it." He complained, cheeks reddening by the minute. Uraraka simply smiled.
"I'll bet you he's smelling it right now too." She smirked. Kirishima let out an indignant yelp when he forgot to flex his abs and fell back to the floor with a loud 'thud'. The brunette chuckled.
"You can't say things like that! My heart can't take it Uraraka!" he shouted, sitting up on his elbows. Uraraka moved her hands from his ankles to fold over his knees, resting her head on top. She grinned. Kirishima glared at her.
"You're worse than Ashido." He grumbled, letting his body fall back to the floor. Suddenly there was a banging at the door.
"Oi! What's with all the noise!?" Bakugou shouted. Before either of them could move, the door was swinging open. The wood nearly cracked on impact from the force. Uraraka paled. She suddenly became very aware of the position they were in. Both her and Kirishima sweating, her hands on his knees, the redhead on his back in front of her… Bakugou looked like he would skin her alive.
She held her hands up defensively.
"I-it's not what it looks li-"
"Well don't you look fucking comfortable." The blond seethed. His words more of a statement than a question. Uraraka shifted away from Kirishima as he twisted around to try and get up.
"Bakugou!"
"Shut it Shitty Hair. You were being loud, so I thought I'd check to make sure you didn't trip over your stupid dumbbells again. Looks like you're good though." He snapped, reaching for the doorknob to close the door. Kirishima's eyes widened as he took one last look at the gaze in Bakugou's eyes. There was anger there, but what he saw could only be described as…defeat.
The door slammed shut so forcefully, that Uraraka squeaked in surprise.
Neither of them moved as they heard Bakugou walk over to his room, open the door, and slam it shut with the same ferocity as before. Kirishima dropped his head to the floor, hands wrapping around his neck.
"I'm such an idiot." He groaned.
"I've never seen him that mad." Uraraka breathed, feeling a tension worse than when she'd had to face Bakugou at the sports festival. Kirishima turned to her sharply.
"Mad? That wasn't mad Uraraka…" Kirishima looked down, brows furrowed "…he was, hurt." He said.
Uraraka placed a hand comfortingly on his shoulder. Kirishima took a deep breath and looked at her.
"What should I do? Should I apologize? But…for what? I technically didn't do anything wrong so how would apologizing help if I don't really know what I'm apologizing for!?"
"Hey!" Uraraka scolded, slapping him harshly on the back. She steeled her expression, looking him in the eyes seriously.
"You need to confess." She said simply. Kirishima blushed. He was about to retort when Uraraka interrupted him again.
"You saw how he reacted when he saw us! He probably thinks we're dating or something. He obviously feels the same as you if he's that upset about us hanging out. I mean, you know his personality, he's perpetually upset about everything but this…this means something." She said. When doubt passed through Kirishima's eyes, she continued.
"I know he feels the same as you do! Even on the off chance that he doesn't, you're right. An apology won't do anything but a confession will at least clear some things up! It's the manly thing to do." She said. Kirishima pouted.
"I can't believe you're using that against me." He said. Uraraka's gaze held firm. Whether it was the fire in her eyes that gave him strength or the knowledge that he couldn't just sit and do nothing when his best friend had misunderstood something, he strengthened his resolve. He grinned at Uraraka and nodded.
"I'll do it." He said. Uraraka smiled.
"Yes!"
"Can I ask for your help though?" Kirishima asked. Uraraka's enthusiasm dissipated. She gave him a deadpan stare.
"I'm not going to hold your hand as you confess to the most dangerous person in the school." She said. Kirishima chuckled, shaking his head.
"No, that's not what I meant. I can't go over there empty handed. You can run back to your side of the dorm to take a shower, but can you meet me in the kitchen when you're done? I have an idea."
Bakugou lay awake in bed.
He had tried to finish his homework after storming out of the common room but he couldn't manage to focus. His thoughts kept drifting to seeing Kirishima and Round Face acting all chummy in the kitchen.
He scoffed.
Since when had they become friends?
It wasn't new information that Kirishima was friendly and well-liked by literally everyone in class. He was a social person by nature, and so it wasn't surprising that he managed to talk with everyone once in a while.
But he and Round Face seemed closer than that.
She was the only one of the self-proclaimed "Dekusquad" that he actually respected. He even thought he could get along with her well enough to use her name on occasion. She put up a hell of a fight during the sports festival after all. She was strong despite everyone, Deku included, treating her like she was weak. He frowned.
Maybe that's what Kirishima saw in her.
The Shitty Hair for Brains likes and admires strength. All 'manly' this and 'manly' that. Of course it made sense that he would want to spend more time with a girl who's strong. Bakugou grit his teeth and groaned, his irritability overwhelming him to the point of popping small explosions in his palms.
He was annoyed when he found out they were spending time working out together, but what had pissed him off was the fact that he was never told any of this. He thought he and the idiot were close! They started every fucking morning walking to school together, every fucking afternoon eating lunch together and every fucking evening studying together. Why the fuck hadn't Shitty Hair taken ten fucking seconds to tell him about his new workout buddy!?
Wait.
It's not like Kirishima owed him anything.
He didn't need to report to Bakugou every time he hung out with one of their classmates.
It's not like Bakugou had the right to keep tabs on him.
The damn Shitty Hair could live his own life, make his own friends and be his own person. None of that had anything to do with Bakugou. The blonde frowned, stopping the explosions as he let his body go limp. Shitty Hair can do whatever he wants, including get flirty with his new friend…er…old friend? Fuck! According to Icyhot, Deku and Soy Sauce Face, this had been going on ever since they moved in the dorms. Since day fucking one! How had he missed this? Was he really that self-centered that he didn't pay enough attention to the one person he actually gave a shit about?
He threw his arm over his face and groaned in frustration.
He knew the two of them were getting all giggly and bantering on the other side of the fucking wall. He scolded himself for all the times that he probably heard Uraraka laugh and chat with Kirishima and just fucking ignored it, never realizing that Kirishima wasn't alone. He had heard them earlier, chatting away. Either they were louder than normal today or Bakugou was just paying more attention to the sounds. Either way, it felt like a slap to the face. A big fuck you to him and how blissfully ignorant he'd been.
When he heard the unmistakable sound of the idiot yelping, followed by a thud, he was sure that Shitty Hair had just tripped again. He had planned on marching over there before the idiot had a chance to gain his composure. He'd slam the door open and help Kirishima to his feet while shooting a glance to Round Face telling her that even if she hung out with him, he belongs to Bakugou.
What he hadn't expected was to see the two of them on the floor together, all sweaty and cozy with each other. To be honest, the situation pretty clearly looked like she was holding his knees while he was doing sit ups. As innocent as that theory sounded, the part of Bakugou that strived to latch onto anything to be angry about, kicked into overdrive. Back in his room after that frustrating interaction, all Bakugou could think about was Kirishima's arm around him earlier when he tried to warm him up. While a casual touch like that was easy-fucking-peasy for Kirishima, it meant something for Bakugou.
That damned Shitty Hair should know him by now. He doesn't let just anyone touch him like that. He doesn't wear just any hoodie that's offered to him.
Fuck!
He's still wearing the hoodie! He looked down at the offending material and pulled the damn thing halfway off his body before he paused. His senses were assaulted with the smell of Kirishima. As much as his pride told him not to give in to the temptation, he had difficulties controlling himself when it came to Kirishima. He let the fabric fall over his torso once again, inhaling deep.
The deep musky scent that filled his nose was comforting. The hoodie was warm, definitely more from his own body heat than any lingering heat from Kirishima, but he deluded himself otherwise. He inhaled again, allowing himself to enjoy it for as long as he could. He chuckled bitterly. He had called Deku a creep earlier for giving him that knowing look when he was staring at Kirishima.
Now look at him.
Curled up in his bed, wearing his best friend's hoodie and sniffing the damn thing like a fucking dog.
Pathetic.
Suddenly he heard a careful knock at his door. He didn't have to answer it to know who it was.
"Go away Shitty Hair. I'm fucking tired." He called out, less aggressive than he intended.
"I have food…for you." Came the muffled response. This got his attention. At the mention of food, Bakugou's stomach started to churn. He blushed, thankful that it happened before he opened the door. He sighed and slid off his bed to trudge toward the door. He was in no rush to see Shitty Hair.
When he opened the door, Kirishima beamed at him.
"Hey!" he said, looking stiff but way too excited. Bakugou frowned. The idiot probably thought that he wouldn't actually open the door and was surprised when he did. Moron. Kirishima was the one person Bakugou couldn't ignore.
"Hey." He said unenthusiastically. He aimed for indifferent but probably landed somewhere around depressed. Kirishima just smiled at him, not saying anything.
"What? You said you got food fucker?" he snapped. Ah, shit. There he goes again.
Kirishima merely smiled, because of fucking course he would. He always saw past Bakugou's bullshit. He's always there to smooth out all the rough edges of Bakugou's personality, making him feel vulnerable, exposed…seen.
"Y-yeah. I made it with the groceries the group bought at the store today." He said, holding out a tray. Bakugou blinked. This was more than just food. This was a whole fucking meal. Bakugou grabbed the tray and what looked like rice, sautéed beef, charred snow peas, a small plate of strawberries and a glass of…something that wasn't water. He raised his eyebrow in question.
"Ah! I know I'm not great at cooking, but I've wanted to make something for you for a while. Originally I wanted to make this as a thank you for helping me study all the time but now…" the redhead trailed off. His cheeks turned red as he looked down and away.
Fuck.
Kirishima acting bashful was something that he did not need to deal with right now. He turned around and walked to his desk to set the tray down. He sat down in the chair and looked at the redhead still standing in the doorway.
"Well, are you gonna come in or just stand there and watch me eat?" he said mustering up as much indifference as he could. Kirishima seemed to relax as he smiled again. He walked in and shut the door behind him. He went straight for Bakugou's bed and plopped himself down.
"Oi, I didn't say you could sit there." Bakugou complained, turning in his chair to face him. Kirishima patted the spot next to him.
"Then come sit next to me. Bring the food." He said. Bakugou was about to protest the suggestion that he risk making a mess by eating on his own damn bed, but before he could say anything, Kirishima spoke up.
"Please? I need to talk to you about something." He pleaded. That caught Bakugou off guard. He'd never seen the redhead look at him like that, so earnest and sincere and…desperate? He huffed and grabbed his plate and glass and walked over the to bed, leaving the strawberries on the tray.
He set the glass down on his bedside table before grabbing his chopsticks and taking a bite of his meal. The flavor was…interesting.
"What did you make Shitty Hair?" he asked. Kirishima rubbed the back of his head nervously.
"You mentioned a while back that you were craving Szechuan beef and we were going to make plans to go to one of the restaurants in the city but…we got busy." He chuckled. Bakugou's eyes widened.
"That was over a month ago! You really think that I was still in the mood for this now?" he exclaimed, internally cursing himself for saying the first insulting thing his idiot brain could offer. He really couldn't accept generosity like a normal fucking person could he? Kirishima chuckled.
"Kind of? I really wanted to try making this when I found the recipe for it, so I asked Ura—the group if they could pick up some extra beef and Szechuan spices so I can try it out. I'm not very good at flavoring though so it might be a little weak." He said nervously. Bakugou stayed quiet. He took another bite of the beef and rice and mulled it over. He couldn't help the small smile on his face.
"It tastes so fucking bland." He smirked, laughter behind his teeth. Kirishima's face fell, worry crossing his features.
"Eh! Really?" he pouted. Bakugou couldn't help but laugh.
"You said you followed a recipe? How did you fuck this up with a recipe!?" he grinned, grabbing himself another bite.
"The recipe said 'add spices to taste'! I don't like spicy food so I had to guess how much to put in!" the redhead whined. Bakugou continued to chuckle, the amount of effort this idiot had to have put in to make this, only for it to turn out this bland…it was hilarious and adorable. He grabbed another bite of the beef and rice, picking up a snow pea once in a while.
"Bakugou, if it's that bad then stop eating it! It's embarrassing!" Kirishima complained, moving to grab the plate away. Bakugou pulled it out of reach.
"No way. I'm eating this shit. Be a man and accept it." He smirked, continuing to indulge his meal. He picked up a snow pea and examined it.
"I'm confused as to how you could get the meat wrong but the fucking vegetables look like they've been cooked and seasoned properly." He snorted a laugh. When he saw Kirishima hesitate, his brow furrowed. Kirishima scratched the back of his head again.
"Um…that's because Uraraka helped me cook the vegetables." He admitted. Bakugou scowled. Of course, he had her help him. Suddenly, he wasn't hungry anymore. He set the plate on the side table and took a sip of whatever Kirishima had given him. He was surprised at the taste.
"This is…" he paused, looking Kirishima over. The redhead shrugged.
"That spicy ginger-ale that you like. You never told me the brand, so it took me forever to find it but…I found it." Kirishima chuckled nervously. As much as Bakugou tried to stomp on his feelings and dig them into the dirt, he couldn't help the swelling of his heart at the knowledge that not only had his best friend remembered his craving for Szechuan food a fucking month ago, but that he had also scoured the city to find his favorite beverage to surprise him.
This fucker was gonna kill him.
He took a few big gulps of the drink, feeling satisfied with the relieved look Kirishima gave him. Damn, he was so easy to please. He set his glass down again and leaned on his fist that he propped on his crossed legs.
"Well? You have something to say to me right? Are you here to tell me that you and Round Face are now a thing?" Bakugou didn't mean to sound so bitter when he said it. He just wanted to get this whole thing out in the open and done with. He expected Kirishima to blush and deny that they were together before ultimately admitting that they were dating or that he had a thing for her or something. Bakugou was eager to get to the heartache portion so he could put that shit behind him as quickly as possible.
What he hadn't expected was for Kirishima to groan in exasperation and bury his head in his hands.
"Ugh! I knew you thought that." He said, tone annoyed. Bakugou raised his head from his fist, surprised. His eyes widened when Kirishima leveled him with a glare. Bakugou bristled.
"What!?" he snapped. "You said you had to talk, so fucking talk! If that wasn't the big news, then spit it out!"
"Uraraka and I aren't dating! I'm not interested in her at all! We're just friends, who work out sometimes." Kirishima explained. If he was going to confess to Bakugou, he was going to be thorough. No doubts left in his mind. The blond grit his teeth.
"Well way to tell me now you fucker! You never brought up your little work outs before! I had to fucking find out through Soy Sauce Face! You never told me a damn thing!" Bakugou shouted. Kirishima was ready to pull his hair out.
"I thought you knew! You weren't around when we made the agreement but we've talked about it before in front of you, you know! You just don't ever listen to anything that happens around you!" Kirishima shouted. Bakugou growled. It's not like he could respond to that. It was pretty accurate. He always tended to tune out the extras.
"In any case, whether I'm friends with Uraraka or not has nothing to do with how I feel about you!" the redhead shouted. Bakugou stiffened. Kirishima was about to continue, frustrated and on a roll but Bakugou interrupted him.
"Hold on. Sto-Shut Up Shitty Hair! What the fuck do you mean by that?" he shouted. Kirishima seemed surprised by the interruption. He coughed and centered himself, reminding himself that there was a purpose for this visit. Going off on a tangent about Bakugou's faults and poor attitude could be saved for another day. He sighed harshly.
"What I meant by that is…You're important to me. Making this food for you was originally going to be a thank you for helping me out all the time but…it's more than that." Kirishima could feel his face heating up as he tried to get the words out. Damn this was difficult.
"What. The fuck. Do you mean by that?" Bakugou asked, words clipped. His patience was slipping. Kirishima grounded himself by leaning forward and grabbing a hold of Bakugou's shoulders. He looked him straight in the eye. No turning back now.
"I like you."
Bakugou's breath hitched.
He felt his cheeks heat under the intensity of Kirishima's stare. He stared silently at the redhead. After a few seconds of silence, Kirishima's resolve seemed to falter. Doubt crept into his expression as he relaxed his hold on Bakugou's shoulders and leaned away again. Bakugou's eyes widened.
Oh hell no.
This fucker wasn't getting away that easy.
Without hesitation, the blonde grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled Kirishima into a searing kiss. The force was a bit too much and the impact was a little painful, but their lips connected and Bakugou fisted Kirishima's shirt a little tighter.
Kirishima winced at the collision, their noses nearly colliding and doing more harm than good. The redhead stayed still for a moment, processing what was happening.
Bakugou was kissing him.
He was kissing Bakugou.
This wasn't the awkward rejection he thought it would be. Bakugou felt the same way. Kirishima's eyes widened at the realization and his cheeks heated in a massive blush as it sunk in that the soft, chapped lips pressed to his own…were Bakugou's.
When he felt the blonde's fist still in his shirt, he realized that he was waiting for Kirishima to respond. Recovering from his shock, Kirishima exhaled through his nose and leaned into the kiss eagerly. He brought his hand up to the nape of Bakugou's neck and let his nails scrape across the base of the blonde's skull. Bakugou gasped at the touch as a shiver racked his body. Kirishima thrust his tongue between Bakugou's parted lips and inhaled deeply through his nose.
The heat of Bakugou's body was thrilling to him. He could feel the blonde's rapid heartbeat beneath his palm as his own beat powerfully against his chest. He wasn't sure what to do with his other hand, or the rest of his body, though Bakugou seemed to know.
The blonde tugged on Kirishima's shirt roughly. He wanted, no, needed to be closer to the redhead. He let himself fall backward onto the bed, pulling Kirishima on top of him. Kirishima fumbled slightly at the change of position but situated himself comfortably over Bakugou's lap, straddling his thighs.
This position was much easier.
He lowered his body gently onto Bakugou's, not wanting to crush the blonde. Their mouths worked against each other as their hands tangled into hair and clothes. Bakugou grabbed at Kirishima's hips to pull flush against his own as he ground upward. Both groaned at the friction and began to rock their hips together as they kissed messily.
This was a lot of progress all at once. Kirishima's mind felt fuzzy as his heart beat rapidly, his hands shaky as they held him up. It was almost overwhelming. He should have known though, this was Bakugou after all.
Bakugou never half assed anything.
Kirishima reveled in the taste of Bakugou, the more they kissed, the more he felt a spiciness gather on his tongue. His lips tingled and Bakugou's breath was hot against his cheeks. He inhaled sharply as the spiciness spiked on his tongue and he had to turn his head to cough.
He sat up and coughed into his shoulder, suddenly realizing that the spice he tasted wasn't actually from Bakugou. It was the Szechuan beef he ate.
"What the fuck Shitty Hair?" Bakugou cursed, sounding breathless. He patted Kirishima's back roughly as he coughed. Kirishima lamented that he couldn't fully enjoy Bakugou's flushed and disheveled appearance, lips glossy with their shared saliva. Kirishima regained his composure as he licked his lips, still tasting a fair amount of spice.
"I thought you said the beef wasn't spicy." he asked in disbelief, clearing his throat a bit more. Bakugou raised his eyebrow.
"What? It's not." He said. He sat up a little straighter when he realized why Kirishima was coughing. "Are you fucking serious Kirishima!? You're coughing because of the damn food?" his eyes widened in disbelief. Kirishima rubbed his throat and frowned.
"I told you I couldn't handle spice." He whined. Bakugou felt a huff wheeze out of his chest. He covered his mouth to muffle the laugh that shook his body. Kirishima flushed a little in embarrassment, still straddling the blonde's thighs. Bakugou's laughter quieted as he coughed out the last of his chuckles. He grabbed Kirishima's shoulders and pulled him on top of him again. Kirishima had to brace his forearms on either side of Bakugou's head to prevent their foreheads from colliding. He swallowed thickly at the sultry grin on Bakugou's face.
"Looks like we need to get you used to a little spice then." He said, voice a low growl. Kirishima groaned lowly.
"Katsuki…" he breathed.
"Fuck."
Bakugou pulled Kirishima in for another desperate and passionate kiss. This one much less painful than the first though there was a little less tongue and a little more teeth. Kirishima ground his hips against Bakugou's again, feeling their erections grow in their sweatpants. They both moaned into the kiss. Their breath came in harsh pants as hands wandered across each other's bodies.
This was the first time they'd ever seen the other like this. It was the first time Bakugou had seen the hazy, dark look in Kirishima's eyes. It was the first time Kirishima had heard Bakugou's grunts and groans of pleasure. It was the first time they'd ever felt their dense, muscled bodies pressed together so intimately.
It wasn't surprising that they worked themselves up so quickly, both high on ecstasy as they indulged in each other. Their hips jutted against each other erratically.
As their pleasure built, it became harder to catch their breath and kiss. Bakugou moved his mouth to Kirishima's neck and bit and licked at the salty skin.
"Did you shower after your workout?" he panted. Kirishima cursed in both arousal and embarrassment. Bakugou's voice sounded completely wrecked.
"Shit, sorry. No I…hah…skipped it to make the food." He gasped, kissing his way down Bakugou's jaw and nibbling on his earlobe. Bakugou groaned.
"Fuck. Don't apologize. You taste so fucking good." He grunted, grasping Kirishima's ass firmly and dragging his hips down into a hard, filthy grind. Kirishima moaned loudly.
"Shit…Katsuki… You can't say that. I'm…fuck…not gonna last." He groaned, fisting his hand into Bakugou's hair and tugging sharply.
"Fuck!"
Bakugou cursed as the sharp pain gave way to a rush of pleasure. Kirishima licked a thick stripe up the side of his exposed neck. He could taste the sweetness of Bakugou's sweat on his neck. The taste of nitroglycerin helped ease the lingering spiciness from Bakugou's tongue. He nipped at the skin and sucked large bruises into the side of Bakugou's throat. Bakugou shuddered at the sensation and thrust his hips up wildly, craving the friction.
"Fuck...Ei…Eijirou…fuck!" Bakugou gasped, feeling the crest of his orgasm approaching. Kirishima whined at how filthy Bakugou sounded, gasping his name and bit harshly into the junction of his neck and shoulder.
Bakugou arched his back and moaned loudly as he came. Kirishima timed the roll of his hips well enough to grind Bakugou through his orgasm. Bakugou continued to thrust his hips up weakly as waves of pleasure crashed through him. He panted harshly as he began to come down. He pressed his lips to the shell of Kirishima's ear as he gripped his ass firmly.
"Eijirou…"
It came out as a plea, quiet and desperate for Kirishima to finish as well.
He had never heard anything so erotic.
With a long, low groan, Kirishima came, adding to the wet mess between them. His hips jerked as his body shuddered through the aftershocks of pleasure. Bakugou palmed his ass and hummed appreciatively. Kirishima remained on top of the blonde but kept himself elevated slightly so as not to crush him. He took this moment to really look at Bakugou and he felt his dick twitch with interest.
If he thought the blonde looked hot from making out earlier, this version was absolutely sinful.
His parted lips were glossy and definitely kiss swollen. The flush on his cheeks had spread to his ears and neck. His eyes were dark and blown out. His hair was a disheveled mess along with the Crimson Riot hoodie he still wore.
He was the very definition of fucked out. Kirishima's eyelids lowered as he appreciated the view. He felt a low growl reverberate deep in his chest as he brushed his hand across Bakugou's warm cheek. He could feel his heartbeat echo in his dick.
Bakugou's eyes widened slightly. He moved his hips a bit and felt the slight hardness against his own flaccid length. He smirked.
"Fucking seriously? You horny bastard." He chuckled, pulling the redhead into a blissful kiss. Kirishima moaned in contentment.
"Don't make fun of me. You're so sexy Katsuki!" he whined, burying his face in the blonde's neck to hide his embarrassment. Bakugou's heart leapt in his throat. He flushed at the use of his full name and at the compliment. He had never heard Kirishima call him sexy before. Now that he wasn't lost in the heat of the moment, the weight of what just happened began to hit him.
"Shut up you idiot!" he scolded, tugging on Kirishima's hair so they could see eye to eye. He hesitated as he realized that he didn't know what else to say. He cast his gaze to the side, pouting slightly. This was completely new for him and he had no idea what to do now.
Thankfully, it seemed Kirishima did. The redhead smiled at him lovingly.
"So, does this mean that you like me to?" he asked. Bakugou scoffed, still looking away.
"Obviously dumbass. I wouldn't do this shit with just anyone." He mumbled. Kirishima grinned and used his thumb to guide Bakugou's face toward his again. He placed a brief kiss on the blonde's lips before pressing their foreheads together.
"So, this means that you'll go out with me too?" he asked. Bakugou shoved the redhead roughly into a sitting position.
"OBVIOUSLY DUMBASS!" he shouted, getting more and more embarrassed with the amount of affection Kirishima was showing him. The redhead laughed as he wrapped his arms around Bakugou in a massive hug.
"That makes me so happy Katsuki." He whispered. Bakugou blushed and returned the hug. He would have melted into it more had the shift in position not made the mess between them, impossible to ignore. Bakugou pulled away and looked down with disgust. The wetness of their combined ejaculate was making the cloth of their sweatpants stick together.
"Gross." Bakugou groaned. Kirishima smiled and rubbed the back of his neck.
"We should probably take a shower." He commented, already moving off the blonde to stand by his bed. Bakugou raised an eyebrow at him.
"Together?" he asked. Kirishima flushed.
"I-I mean…I don't mind but if you want to shower separate that's totally fine. We can take this slow." He said, nervousness creeping into his voice. Bakugou stood up and scoffed.
"What about this was slow to you?" he remarked. Kirishima chuckled, though the nervousness didn't leave. Bakugou slowed as he gathered his towel and shower caddy. He looked to the redhead standing awkwardly in his room.
"Are you going to get your things or not? We might as well shower together so we can take care of your horny ass." He said, noting the mild bulge in Kirishima's pants. Kirishima frowned.
"I'm not going to do anything you don't want to do." He said seriously. Bakugou blushed and grit his teeth.
"Idiot, since when have I ever done anything that I didn't want to do?" he said, staring directly at Kirishima. Kirishima released the breath he'd been holding and smiled softly. He walked up to Bakugou and pressed a kiss to his forehead.
"Never," He responded. "but some things I'm going to need you to be more direct about Katsuki." He smirked. Bakugou blushed and nearly choked at the teasing lilt to the redhead's voice. Fucking bastard.
"Fine! I want to shower with you Shitty Hair! Happy?" he nearly shouted, exasperated. Kirishima chuckled.
"Shitty Hair? What happened to Eijirou?" he teased, resting his hands on Bakugou's hips. The blonde smirked.
"You're going to have to earn it, Shitty Hair."
Kirishima's dick twitched to life instantly as his pupils dilated with lust. Bakugou grinned as he moved away from the redhead and opened the door for them both. He repositioned his towel to cover the mess in his pants as he made his way down the hall.
"Hurry up idiot!" he called behind him. Kirishima wasted no time in shutting the door closed behind him and racing to his room to grab his shower caddy and towel. He managed to hop into the elevator with Bakugou as they made their way to the first floor.
Bakugou side-eyed him as he entered.
"You're not getting this back by the way." He said. Kirishima raised his eyebrow.
"Get what back?" he asked. Bakugou smirked.
"Your hoodie." He said. Kirishima blushed slightly but smiled and made a show of raking his gaze over Bakugou's body.
"That's okay. It looks better on you anyway." He said simply. Bakugou choked on his response, his cheeks heating up rapidly.
When the elevator door opened, Kirishima gave him a swift kiss to the cheek before swiftly making his way down to the boy's showers. Bakugou followed him, hurling flustered insults all the way.
The next day, sometime after classes ended, Bakugou found himself in the common room along with a few others. He was spread across one of the couches, lazily reading over the equations in the textbook and scrawling the answers in the workbook. Kirishima was in the kitchen, cooking up the seasoned meat he had prepared the day before, initially for after his workout with Uraraka. The two went about their business separately, yet contently. Kirishima hummed lightly while he seared the beef to his liking. Bakugou sniffed the air as he solved the equations for the homework that was assigned to them that day. He looked up from his place on the couch and narrowed his eyes.
"You're overcooking the meat Shitty Hair." He complained. Kirishima pouted.
"No, I'm not! I like it this way." He said. Bakugou smirked.
"Fine, but I'm not going to eat that burnt, dry-ass crap if you don't like it." He commented. Kirishima grunted in response.
Bakugou returned his focus to the equations in front of him when he felt a set of eyes on him. He narrowed his eyes and lowered his textbook, glaring at the green-haired nerd sitting on the couch across from him.
Just like yesterday.
"The fuck are you staring at Deku?" he snapped. Midoriya raised his eyebrow as he gestured to Bakugou as if that was explanation enough. Bakugou knew what the nerd was gesturing at, but he was going to make the coward say it out loud for his own amusement.
"What happened to your neck Bakugou?" Todoroki spoke up, just entering the common room along with Sero, who paused to gawk at the plethora of hickies and bite marks across his neck. Kirishima coughed loudly from his place in the kitchen, a blush rising to his cheeks.
"What the fuck does it look like Icyhot?" Bakugou smirked. Sero flicked his gaze back and forth between Kirishima's blushing face in the kitchen and Bakugou's smug expression. Todoroki's brow creased with what could only be interpreted as worry.
"It looks like you were attacked, but I didn't see you get injured during training today." He commented. Midoriya coughed to cover his chuckle but Sero couldn't hold his laughter back. Todoroki looked at his classmates in confusion.
"What's so funny?" he asked. Sero took pity on the boy and calmed his laughter enough to speak.
"Hey Bakugou, those hickies look gnarly man and isn't that Kirishima's hoodie?" he said, casting a meaningful glance to his friend in the kitchen. Kirishima glared at the tape-hero with a bashful pout. Bakugou scoffed.
"Yes they are and no it isn't. It's my hoodie dumbass." He said smugly. Kirishima groaned in the kitchen, mumbling something about Bakugou being cute. Midoriya gave Bakugou a genuine smile.
"Congrats Kacchan." He said simply. Bakugou gave the nerd an unimpressed glare but said nothing, his own way of accepting the nerd's sincerity. Todoroki only seemed to just now put two and two together.
"Oh, Bakugou are you and Kirishima dating?" he asked.
"Yes." Sero and Midoriya both answered for him. Bakugou rolled his eyes and flushed slightly. He had zero intention of hiding his and Kirishima's relationship now that they had begun dating, but he also thought that a fucking class announcement was unnecessary and none of their fucking business.
Kirishima plated his food and set the dirty pans aside to cool off while he ate. Bakugou withdrew his legs to make room for Kirishima, his gaze never leaving his textbook. Kirishima grinned at him as he began to eat his food happily. Midoriya and Sero nearly cooed at the domesticity of the sight.
"Ah! That's right! Ashido owes me 2,000 yen." Sero commented, pulling out his phone to text the pink haired hero with a smug smirk. He sunk into the couch cushions beside Midoriya as he typed. Kirishima raised his eyebrow.
"Why?" he asked. Sero grinned at the redhead.
"I bet that you two would get together this year. Ashido bet that you wouldn't confess until graduation." He said. This information caught Bakugou's attention.
"You fucking did WHAT!?" he shouted. Sero held his hands up in surrender.
"She's the one who started it! In any case, don't I get a pass for having more faith in you two than she did?" he chuckled. Bakugou growled as he shut his textbook. Kirishima sighed as he hardened his hand and held Bakugou's sparking palm, muffling his explosions. He cast the blonde a reassuring smile.
"Not worth it Katsuki, besides, we're together now. That's what matters." He smiled, bringing the back of Bakugou's hand to his lips and placing a gentle kiss on it. Bakugou swiped his other hand at Kirishima's head, releasing an explosion in his hardened face.
"You idiot!" he shouted, drawing both hands away from Kirishima and settling back into the couch to hide his red face behind his textbook again. Kirishima chuckled as the smoke dissipated.
At the sound of explosions, Uraraka came rushing into the common room.
"Bakugou! Was that you? What happened?" she asked, briefly wondering if there was something serious happening or…just another Bakugou moment. Midoriya waved his hands in the air placatingly.
"I-It's okay Uraraka! It's just Kacchan being Kacchan." He said.
"Watch it nerd." Bakugou seethed. Uraraka was about to glare at Bakugou but halted when she actually saw him. Her jaw dropped. His neck was a litany of deep purple bruises and red bite marks. He definitely did NOT have those during class or training that day. She didn't miss that he was wearing Kirishima's hoodie again. Kirishima swallowed nervously, half-expecting what she was going to say. Her expression turned sinister when she slid her gaze to Kirishima.
"So, is this why you bailed on weight training today?" she smirked, gesturing to Bakugou's neck. Kirishima blushed. He was going to apologize for cancelling on her to make out with his boyfriend, when suddenly he was pulled to the side. He turned to face Bakugou, only for the blonde to crash his lips to the redheads harshly. Midoriya squawked in surprise while Sero whistled at the couple. Todoroki's eyes widened. Kirishima grunted in surprise and felt his blush spread to his ears and neck, his heart pounding powerfully in his chest.
Bakugou released his grip on Kirishima as he eyed Uraraka challengingly, who remained unphased.
"Listen carefully Round Face. You can borrow him from time to time, but never forget who he belongs to." He hissed. Kirishima's eyes widened.
"K-Katsuki!" he choked, half indignant and half aroused. Uraraka smiled and shrugged.
"He's all yours, but we'll work out a schedule. I still can't afford my own weights after all." she smirked.
"Uraraka!" Kirishima yelped, fully indignant. Bakugou rolled his eyes.
"Broke ass bitch."
"Bakuhoe."
"Bite me."
"Looks like Kiri did a pretty thorough job of that."
"That's it!"
Kirishima leapt to grab Bakugou around the waist to hold him back. Uraraka lowered herself into a fighting stance, already infected by Bakugou's competitive nature. Before she took a step forward, Midoriya wrapped his arms around her waist as well and held her back.
"L-Let's not fight in the dorms!" he stuttered out.
Uraraka stiffened and flushed at the touch. Kirishima saw the blush on her cheeks and smirked. As quickly as it appeared, the tension dissipated. Bakugou relaxed in Kirishima's arms, though his hackles were now raised toward Midoriya as he shouted at the green-haired hero.
"Shut up Deku! Why don't you fight me instead!" he challenged.
"Kacchan we're not doing that again!" he whined.
Kirishima chuckled at the exchange. He released Bakugou from his grip and kissed the side of his ear briefly. His arguments with Midoriya recently had become, more or less benign. As much as Bakugou snapped at him and challenged him to fights, there was no chance that they'd sneak out of the dorms to duke it out like last time. They would definitely get expelled.
Kirishima found it more amusing that as Bakugou and Midoriya argued, the green-haired hero still had a hand loosely resting on Uraraka's waist. He made eye contact with the blushing brunette, who was simply standing there awkwardly, not wanting to move.
He winked at her and nodded his head toward Midoriya. The look in his eyes was full of genuine support and encouragement. She smiled warmly in return.
Somehow, during their argument, Midoriya had realized that he still had a hand on Uraraka's waist. After a loud, red-faced and bashful apology, he excused himself to his room to finish his homework. Uraraka sighed at the loss and trudged over to sit on the arm of the couch next to Kirishima. Todoroki and Sero left the common room sometime during Midoriya and Bakugou's argument, leaving the three remaining students to themselves. Bakugou huffed after Midoriya left and seated himself on the couch again, stretching his legs over Kirishima's lap. He glanced at Uraraka as he did so, as if marking his territory. She rolled her eyes.
"Will you relax? I was never interested in Kirishima. All he would ever talk about during our workouts was you." She smirked. Kirishima blushed and choked on a bite of his meal at that. Bakugou's eyes widened.
"Really? What did the idiot say?" he smirked. Kirishima sent a pleading look to Uraraka, who ignored it completely.
"Mostly how manly you are, how strong you are and how cute you look in his sweater." she replied. Kirishima buried his face in his hands and groaned in embarrassment.
"Why would you do this?" he whined. Bakugou feigned indifference, though he had a pretty bright flush on his cheeks as well.
"Let me guess, while he babbled on about how manly I am, you probably didn't shut the fuck up about Deku. Am I right?" he guessed. This time it was Uraraka's turn to blush. She turned to Kirishima indignantly who shook his head quickly.
"I-I didn't tell him!" he assured. Bakugou rolled his eyes.
"Of course not! No one had to tell me shit. You're so fucking obvious Round Face." He said. Uraraka grinned at Kirishima.
"See! I told you I was being obvious!" she said victoriously. Kirishima gave her a weak smile.
"Alright maybe I'm wrong. Maybe Midoriya has noticed but is waiting to make a move." He said. Bakugou barked out a laugh.
"I said you were obvious Round Face. I didn't say Deku was smart enough to notice anything. You're better off finding someone else. You don't need a dumbass like Deku." He said, crossing him arms. Uraraka's eyes widened. She let a small smile play at her lips.
"Bakugou, are you…encouraging me right now?" she asked. Kirishima smirked at the light flush on Bakugou's cheeks. He set his empty plate down on the table and began absently rubbing the blonde's legs in his lap.
"I told you he's sweet when he wants to be." He said to Uraraka.
"Shut the fuck up Shitty Hair!"
Both Kirishima and Uraraka laughed. The three sat in the common room, for a while longer after that. Kirishima gave Uraraka legitimate advice on how she could go about confessing her feelings to Midoriya while Bakugou continued to tell her to spend her time on someone more worthwhile. When Kirishima excused himself to clean up the dishes he dirtied in the kitchen, Uraraka took his absence as her cue to leave. She gave Bakugou one last warm smile and told him how happy she was that he and Kirishima were finally together. The sincerity in her voice flustered Bakugou slightly. He just scowled at her and grunted as he began tidying up his textbook and workbook. Before she left the common room completely however, he stopped her.
"Uraraka?" he called out. She froze, he never used her real name. She turned around to see his still flustered face but his expression showed resolve. She waited for what he was about to say, but was still taken aback by what she heard.
"Thanks." He said, gratefully.
He was no idiot. He knew that if Uraraka and Kirishima talked about him when they worked out together, he could piece together the reason why Kirishima had shown up to his dorm last night. He knew that Uraraka must have given him the courage and confidence to knock on his door, ready with dinner to confess.
Uraraka's eyes widened at the authenticity of his gratitude. She smiled at him and nodded, not needing to say a word and knowing that Bakugou appreciated her all the more for it.
She quietly slipped down the hallway and toward her side of the dorms as Kirishima walked up to Bakugou's side, watching her retreating form.
"What's up?" he asked, feeling as if something meaningful happened while he was cleaning up his mess.
"Nothing, just thanking Round Face for the vegetables she cooked that were actually edible." He smirked. Kirishima pouted.
"I told you that if it was that bad, you shouldn't eat it. When we got back from the showers though you insisted on eating everything!" he complained.
"I worked up an appetite." Bakugou shrugged. Kirishima flushed and sighed in defeat. He wrapped his arms around Bakugou's waist and nuzzled his face into his neck.
"I really, really like you Katsuki." He hummed. Bakugou ran his fingers through red hair and sighed.
"I like you too Eijirou." He mumbled quietly.
Kirishima grinned. He turned Bakugou around and pulled him to his chest, bringing a hand to the side of his face. With a soft smile, he pulled the blonde into a gentle kiss. They stood like that in the empty common room, holding each other and relishing in each other's presence. When they pulled away, Kirishima smiled lovingly. Here, in this moment, he could see Bakugou in a way no one else ever had.
No tight jaws or clenched teeth. No furrowed brows or angry glares. All that he saw was smooth, flushed skin and deep scarlet eyes, filled with trust and love. Kirishima pressed their foreheads together and hummed pleasantly. He rubbed the back of Bakugou's neck with his thumb, a place, he was beginning to learn, that was a weak spot for Bakugou. The blonde shivered slightly. Kirishima chuckled and smirked at him.
"You cold?" he teased. Bakugou scowled.
"No." he bit.
"Good," Kirishima laughed, resuming his ministrations. "because I don't have any more hoodies for you to steal."
Thus ends my first KiriBaku fic!
I've recently become obsessed with these two and just can't get enough! Let me know what you all think! I'm hoping to write more fics with these two in the future.